Beside her, Yvaine stood pale and trembling. Even her hands shook.
"Sister..." Her voice cracked. "I was the one who purchased that batch of fabric."
Caelith remained silent.
Tears immediately spilled down Yvaine's cheeks.
"I truly didn't know this would happen. The price was so much lower than usual, almost half what we normally pay. I thought I could save some money for the shop." Her voice dissolved into sobs. "I wasn't trying to cause trouble for you. I swear I wasn't."
Caelith finally lifted her head. Yvaine was crying uncontrollably now.
"I only wanted to help," she whispered. "You've always carried everything yourself. I wanted to shoulder some of the burden too."
For a moment, Caelith did not know whether she felt more angry or more heartbroken.
Yvaine's mistake had caused real damage, yet her intentions had been sincere.
Taking a slow breath, Caelith asked, "Where is the fabric shop?"
Yvaine blinked through her tears.
